Facing Florence’s confident assertion, Osborn couldn’t help but sneer. Leaning against his desk, he addressed Florence seriously, “Miss Doyle, forgive my frankness, but you’re too naive. If Patrick and Jane could be separated by a few words from you and me, you wouldn’t have come to see me today.”
This statement undeniably struck at Florence’s weakness. She clenched her hands slightly, pursed her lips, and her smile faded a bit. “So what?”
Osborn shook his head, gazing at Florence with indifference. He bluntly said, “Therefore, I don’t want to collaborate with you. Although I like Jane, I will never use such disgraceful means to get her. I’m afraid you’ve found the wrong person.”
Osborn’s refusal was clear, and Florence’s gaze dimmed for a moment. “If there’s nothing else, Miss Doyle, please leave!” Osborn issued an unceremonious dismissal.
Florence stood up abruptly from the sofa, glared at Osborn, and said, “Osborn, I hope you won’t regret what you said someday.”
After finishing her words, Florence left quickly. Erica, who was following Florence, subtly darkened her gaze.
Florence dared to target Osborn again. Did she want to bring Osborn and Jane together forcefully to get Patrick?
Osborn belonged to Erica!
It seemed that the lesson she gave Florence last time was too light.
…
When Jane returned home, she received a call from Osborn. “Jane, are you at home?”
“Just got home. Do you need something?” Jane replied as she changed her shoes at the entrance.
“Regarding the launch ceremony for ‘Farewell My Concubine,’ I’ll come and discuss it with you in person,” Osborn said, then hung up the phone.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Jane opened the door, and Osborn’s tall figure stood at the entrance. “Come in,” Jane smiled.
Osborn nodded and stepped in. “Three days later, the company will hold the film’s launch ceremony. You and I must attend to highlight our importance to the film. Can you make it?”
“So soon?” Jane rubbed her forehead. She had been so busy these days that she had almost forgotten about this. Osborn said with a serious tone, “Not soon. If we delay any longer, we won’t make it to the international film festival.”
“Alright, I understand. ‘Farewell My Concubine’ is the script I wrote, and I will attend.”
“Jane, haven’t had dinner yet? How about having it together?” After discussing business matters, Osborn looked at Jane with a deep gaze. They hadn’t seen each other for a few days, and she seemed to have lost some weight. Osborn felt a bit distressed, knowing that Jane had been busy searching for Nana’s boyfriend and running around.
“No need…” Jane shook her head and declined. She had been busy all day and just wanted to rest at home.
Osborn’s eyes dimmed a bit. He was about to say something when a knocking sound suddenly rang out. Soon after, Patrick’s magnetic voice followed, “Jane!”
Jane was momentarily stunned. Why did Patrick suddenly come over?
She opened the door. “Why are you here?”
Patrick’s gaze fell on Osborn in the living room, and his handsome face turned a bit colder. “Osborn, why are you here so late?”
This man was jealous again!
Jane knew Patrick’s temper too well. It wasn’t even late, but he still said such a thing. If it wasn’t jealousy, what else could it be?
Jane patiently explained, “We were discussing some work-related matters.”
“Oh, really?” Patrick raised an eyebrow, speaking expressionlessly. “Is your work discussion finished?”
“It is,” Jane shrugged.
“Now that it’s finished, Osborn, why don’t you leave?” Patrick issued a straightforward dismissal.
Patrick could see the way Osborn looked at Jane; he hadn’t given up on her. This irritated Patrick.
As Patrick’s jealousy grew, Jane, somewhat helpless, said to Osborn, “You can go first. I’ll attend the launch ceremony on time.”
“Alright, then I’ll leave.” Osborn stood up, his handsome face filled with disappointment.
As the door closed, Jane turned around, glaring fiercely at Patrick. “Osborn was indeed discussing work with me. Why are you so jealous that you scared him away?”
“I see him chatting happily with my wife. Shouldn’t I be jealous?” Patrick stretched out his arms and pulled Jane into his arms, approaching her and deliberately lowering his voice.
He reached out to lift Jane’s chin, and her beautiful face, blushing slightly, was close at hand…
Patrick suddenly felt his throat tighten. It had been a long time since he had been so close to Jane. Plus, with the jealousy just now, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of irritation. Gripping Jane’s chin, he forcefully kissed her.
“Um, you-”
Before Jane could finish her sentence, she was kissed, and what followed was a forceful and dominating intrusion as Patrick forcefully opened her lips, exploring with his large tongue.
Jane sat on his lap, her head tilted back to accommodate the kisses. Her hands involuntarily tightened on the man’s shoulders, causing wrinkles in his suit.
“Jane.”
As the kisses continued, Patrick’s hands became more adventurous, exploring up and down Jane’s waistline, attempting to lift her dress. His voice took on a hint of seduction.
“I miss you so much…”
With those words, he lifted Jane horizontally, taking large strides into the bedroom and placing her on the bed. Patrick lowered his head, looking into her eyes with utmost seriousness. His fingers caressed Jane’s cheek, sliding slowly down to her neck and collarbone, offering gentle and tender strokes.
Then, he sealed her lips again, but unlike before, it was a gentle kiss, full of cherishing care. Jane felt unexpectedly nervous, her heart pounding like a startled deer.
She didn’t resist, but just as her nightgown was about to be rolled up, she suddenly came to her senses. Jane pressed down on Patrick’s hand, half-opening her eyes, looking at him with a hazy gaze.
However, the words that came out were a refusal.
“Patrick, I know you miss me, and I feel the same… But, not now. Can we refrain from this, at least for the moment?”
The more Jane spoke, the more awake she became. Her tone remained gentle, yet her refusal was firm. Patrick stood there, momentarily unsure of what to say.
“Haven’t you promised to respect my decision?” Jane took a deep breath, gently pushing Patrick away.
There was still a flicker of flame in Patrick’s eyes. His voice, low and husky, broke the silence, “But I can’t wait any longer, not even a moment.”
“It’s really not possible right now,” Jane, a person of principles, asserted. “You promised me, and promises should be kept.”